#ask: samantha

[sparxyv]

Ravenclaw Buddies 💙

would you join them? 😗

[thebramblewood]

Virtuous Vampires: Demetrius Troyer, Brandy Wood, Samantha Gratz

The good kind of goths, not the rip out your jugular vein kind of goths! Not only is drinking blood messy and immoral — it's just so passe.

[sensei-venus]

(Smut, GirlCock!Sam, Shower Sex, Almost Caught in the Act)

The idea of Sam being so pussy whipped that she begs Reader to come over all the time when her family is out.

They hook up and have sex in her room because she’s scared they are going to pass out and get caught if they do it anywhere else in the house. Sometimes it’s so bad that Sam basically has her pants half way down and just fucks the shit out of a half clothed Reader sideways on the bed. Borderline humping into the poor girl. It’s just sweaty and nasty.

The worst point in their little sexual adventure was when the two almost got caught by Amanda.

Sam was able to get Reader to come over while her mom and dad were out getting groceries while Anthony was out hanging with friends. It seemed like the best time for the two of them to hook up. She knew her parents would be out most of the day leaving a huge time gap for the two girls to have some much needed fun. Reader was happy to help her girlfriend out as soon as she got the text to come over.

They end up fucking for almost half the day until Sam finally realizes her parents should be home soon.

In a panting haze the two finally stop to get their composure. Just laying on the bed in a sweating panting mess. Sam’s hair is stuck to her face and Reader is covered in cum, inside and out. After a little while of just cuddling in each others arms they opt to get in the shower. Both of them needing to wash off, Reader needing to get clean to leave and Sam so that her parents didn’t question her unruly post sex look. They grab their clothes, dump them onto the bathroom floor.

What was supposed to be just a quick shower turns into a heavy make out session under the shower head, which then tunes into Sam bending Reader over and plowing into her form behind while she grips the tile wall. In some kind of luck being so tired makes them less prone to making to loud of sounds while going at it. The water from the shower covers up what sound they do make.

The sound that DOES end up scarring the shit out of them is the loud knock from outside the bathroom door.

“Sam are you in there? Me and your dad just got home with a truck full of groceries. Can you come down stairs and help put them away?”

Sam has the mind to shove a hand over Readers mouth just before she can squeal from the thick cock hitting the right spot inside her. She swears her eyes cross at that moment.

“U-uhh yeah mom I’ll be out as soon as I can! I just got in so it might be a minute!” Voice almost cracking in shock.

“Okay but please hurry, your dad wants to go out golfing with one of his friends at the county club later. We need the groceries away by then.”

She can’t hear over the running shower but she can only guess her mom left. She hopes she at least closed her bedroom door. In that moment she mentally sighs, thankful for the fact they brought their clothes into the bathroom.

Who knows what her mom would have done if she found Readers clothes on the bedroom floor.

She can’t think much about it because Reader is suddenly gripping down on her cock which has he gasping. The sudden adrenaline rush has both of them on a high. Almost getting caught while in the act has both girls on hyper drive. It doesn’t take much to have them cumming.

Reader ultimately ends up squirting, shaking against the wall and almost falling over. If it wasn’t for Sam holding her up she would have definitely fallen over in seconds. Her orgasm has Sam moaning out, dick sliding out from her girlfriend twitching cunt where she then unloads all over the chubby girls thick back. Thick white spurts fall over the girls fat ass and back. It’s quick to be washed away by the now lukewarm water.

Moments later the two are rushing to get out of the shower and dry off before shoving their clothes back on. When Sam cracks open the door she fines her door closed and room undisturbed. 

They kiss goodbye before Reader is shimmying out of the window, hoping down from the roof and quietly sneaking out the back gate.

Sam falls onto her bed with a groan but not before remembering the reason they almost got caught in the first place.

Stupid groceries.

[castingpods]

Representation is so important bc im sitting here crying again to foolish from the bright sessions musical episode. I never DID dream I never DID hope I never did have the time!!!! I never dared I never tried to yearn for something that never could be mine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[samueltanders]

Since you won't take new hosts by force, most of the time the Goa'uld dies with the host.

And this is what is about to happen to Selmak.

[therogerclarkfanclub]

The cast of Red Dead Redemption 2

🌞 Tahiti Edition 🌞

[devil-takethe-hindmost]

today is for THEM!!!

[boundless11]

I’m getting tired of the fandom bringing up Sam’s sob story comment. Like let’s not forget that she said that in response to Miguel trying to justify Tory’s actions

Let’s be real—because it’s Tory, the fandom’s beloved ‘resident psycho,’ some fans immediately jump to her defense without considering the context. The intelligence span of certain fans is honestly embarrassing, as they take Sam’s words so literally without understanding the bigger picture. Sam wasn’t dismissing Tory’s struggles; she was pointing out that hardships don’t give anyone a free pass to bully or hurt others. It’s frustrating how some fans twist her comment into hypocrisy just because they’re blinded by their bias toward Tory. Accountability shouldn’t be a controversial concept, yet here we are.

[hawkfrostandmudclaw]

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

Request by: @jellibean2018

Hello, Jelli! About two months ago you sent in a request, however my tumbl did me dirty, and I ended up with your ask, and the entire fic deleted! (Though, much to my relief, I found screenshots of the fic in a chat with my friend who was reviewing it. Thank god).

So, I have to tag you, and remind you what you wanted.

From what I remember, you wanted a fic with a female sinner Reader who was once a victim of Alastor's, and the two ending up meeting again in hell. You also wanted an unsettling vibe with Alastor reveling in the memory of killing Reader.

I also want to add that I apologize for how long you had to wait for this fic to be done. I haven't been doing well with fics lately, so this was a struggle. And my mental health started going shit too which is why I stopped posting for so long...

Anyways, I really started to struggle with writing fics, so I ended up experimenting with this one - it's kind of written with huge metaphor kind of style? Hope that's okay with you...

Anyways, hope you'll enjoy reading this at least a little, and I once again apologize.

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🎙️// The sweet history we share... //🎙️

{Alastor x female!Reader}

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Type: Fanfic

Settings: Not specified

Genre: Unsettling? Can't tell if it actually gives that vibe though,

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Mentions of cannibalism, murder, violence, blood, saliva, dead bodies, Alastor revels in the memory of killing Reader, possible yandere vibes? Alastor sees Reader as nothing but a meal, but he puts her on a pedestal - that's probably some kind of fucked up attachment that surely has a name? I'd say the vibe is quite unsettling, but I can't say that for sure, Angel indirectly suggests the use of drugs and hints at sex related activities (but it's just a single line), and that's probably all?

Sidenote: Reader is written as a female just as requested,

Sidenote: I have no idea if I wrote Alastor well... but it feels like I really made him ooc as fuck and ruined the whole request,

Sidenote: Rereading this I think everyone is ooc as fuck even if they have minimum dialogue,

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That should be all,

Hope you'll enjoy,

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Ah, nostalgia. Ah that sweet nostalgia. And that embrace of her.

She comes in unannounced, an unexpected guest. But oh is she welcome.

And oh so welcome are those treats she brings to the table.

She easily settles in, making herself at home. And into a cup, a bunch of memories she pours.

And that demon, the radio demon as he's called - he drinks from that cup greedily.

And like a man dying of thirst, he can't help but ask for another cup to be poured.

His senses feel high, his body tingling. A feeling of addiction is what fills him.

And he can't get enough of those sweet memories, so, he downs one cup after the other.

But with each greedy little sip, the thirst only grows and grows - he's not had his fill still.

So, the demon goes on and on, tasting one memory after the other.

And his mouth waters a big deal the more he can taste, and he savours each and every one.

Ah, and he can't tell which one of the sips of memories he enjoys the most, which one is the most saliva inducing one.

Is it maybe the giddy old memory of how he followed you through the town?

With you completely unaware? Naively trusting those poorly enlightened streets?

Trusting that a bit of weak light will keep you safe?

Or perhaps it could be the sweet memory of the thrilling chase through the forest?

That one forest where thousands of dead bodies laid buried deep in the ground?

Those dead bodies in whose footsteps you followed suit?

Oh! And what about that memory of how you so desperately tried to navigate around and hide, escape his clutches?

Even if he could hear your sharp breaths as clear as the day?

Oh! Or maybe his favourite one could be the moment of when he tackled you down?

Pinning your body under his, finally cutting the chase so the real fun can begin?

And that beautiful moment of how you hopelessly dug your nails into his skin til blood trailed down his arms?

That one beautiful moment engraved into his head of how you desperately clawed at those lanky hands of his?

His hands that trailed, squeezed and pinched at your body, feeling you up like a winning prize, like a fine piece of venison?

Ah, it was so hard to pick which one was the most treasured one!

Hell, it could even be the simple memory of the melodious sounds of your cries.

That melodious, angelic sound of your pleading, whimpering, sobbing and screaming.

Especially those sounds you made when he bit down onto your flesh.

Oh, and that taste that hit his taste buds back then...

He still remembers it like it was yesterday.

And his tongue still tingles, and saliva still floods his mouth every time he thinks of just how tasty you were back then.

And now his mouth waters as he silently wonders... would you still have such taste even now?

Or did becoming a demon change the sweet, addictive flavour of your fragile flesh and thick blood?

Oh, how his senses urge him - beg him - to just grab you and take at least one single little bite...

I'd be really easy too, now that you're a part of the hotel staff.

Silly little you, you didn't flee when you were faced with the fact that he - the one who took your life - also works for the hell's princess now.

You didn't take the more than gracious chance to turn on your trail, run and never return while you still could.

No, you are too stubborn, and you insist on staying, even despite how frightening seeing him on the daily is for you.

Silly little you! Don't you realize how easily he could snatch you away and repeat history?

All it would take is a single moment of when you're alone and-

Ah, but he can't do that - at least not yet...

Where would be the fun in that?

It sure would be a shame to end your lovely reunion this fast and early on, no?

Not to mention the odd, messed up attachment the deer demon feels towards you...

Now, not to be mistaken! What he feels isn't the usual attachment one would think of!

It definitely isn't the good or healthy kind either...

So, we shall not be mistaken, let's not get our hopes up and think he cares - for he doesn't.

You mean nothing to him - at least as far as it comes to you as a person.

Your value could be most likely compared to something of a sentimental value, a plaything at best if you will.

Still, no matter what you are to him - you are by far his most favourite one at that.

That's what can be said for a fact.

And for reasons beyond us and even Alastor, those memories he shares with you are put on a pedestal - put way above the rest.

There were so many faces that twisted in fear, so many names he kept tabs on, so many tastes he's tried, and so many lives he's taken.

But very vast portion of them is long forgotten, not really standing out all that much.

Nor holding any real value. Barely any of them mattered...

But you, on the other hand - oh, he could never forget about that one lovely night you shared...

And even when more victims - more faces, more names, more tastes - came, they couldn't compare.

No, they never could.

Those memories of you and your taste were always stuck in the back of the radio demon's head no matter what new person was on the menu - what new dish was on his plate...

So, one can only imagine just what he feels now that you're back within his grasp.

Oh, not even his wildest fantasies could've come up with or prepare him for such sweet moment!

This was like a gift from the Devil himself!

Yes, a gift - one that Alastor would make sure to cherish greatly...

Ah yes, he would cherish you so.

He'd take his time unwrapping you like the perfect little gift that you are - he would savour you.

And only when he'd get tired of messing with you, only then he'd get to the real deal.

Oh, and when he'll finally do, it'll be like a starving man plunging onto bread crumbs!

It'll be such a beautiful, satisfactorily moment - Alastor can almost feel himself drooling at the mere thought of the moment.

Oh, how he just can't wait for the very moment!

The moment is so close, and yet so far - and every little glance your way is like a test.

A test of how long he can resist the temptation.

Every little move you make, every little noise that leaves you, every little expression your face twists into.

Oh, he can barely hold himself back!

His body feels so restless, and his thoughts are all over the place.

And no matter how much he reminds himself to be patient, to not cut straight to the chase just yet.

He still can barely keep himself in check.

His thoughts are going to dangerous places, and your familiar, sweet scent teases his nose.

Oh, and you're so within reach too!

It'd really just take a single little moment and-

"Geez, that perv's still at it?".

Oh, that's right.

He's almost forgotten about those curious eyes watching him from afar.

Watching, and trying to see inside his head...

But judging by the response Vaggie's hateful comment receives, it seems she's the only one to see right through him.

The only one to see the real danger behind that wide smile he always wears...

"Ya-uh! His eyes have not left her ever since she's joined the hotel staff!".

Ah, Charlie. Dear, sweet Charlie - now she's something else.

She's completely different from her girlfriend - she's quite naively trusting and optimistic.

Fully believing that there's a piece of good in everyone.

And hence not being concerned for your safety when the deer demon started to show an interest in you.

Ah, that sweet, silly little thing.

Caught up in trying to see only the best in people and their intentions...

It's amusing - and truly adorable.

And oh, does it play into Alastor's favour oh so well...

"Okay, that's like so sick and totally-".

Oh, Vaggie - she tries, she really tried to warn the others.

Make them see Alastor for what he truly is.

But aside from Husk, nobody really listens to Vaggie's concerns.

No, she's not all that listened to when she voices her opinions on the deer demon.

Not even when she expresses her concerns for how the latter constantly follows your every single step no matter the time of the day, no matter where you go...

And to think she has quite enough of a say in things as the hotel's manager, as well as the princess' girlfriend!

Oh, that poor little thing - it must be such an awful feeling.

How humorous!

And oh, how unfortunate...

"Ah! Do you think he's-?".

Niffty is completely on board with Charlie.

Similarly to the princess - she too doesn't see the real harm in Alastor's advances towards you.

Seeing his behaviour as nothing other than subtle romantic gestures.

The little demoness' version of romance sure is rather twisted...

And yet, it's still quite surprising Niffty doesn't see the harm in things.

After all, she herself knows Alastor just as well as Husk does...

"Yeah! Strawberry pimp totally got the hots for that one!".

Angel was caught up in the spiderweb of romanticizing the same thing as well.

Just like Charlie and Niffty, he couldn't see the truth...

"What? No! Are you all crazy?! That's not the case at all! How can you all not see that?!".

Oh, Vaggie - again and again, she really tries and tries.

But the result is always the same - nobody pays her warnings or concerns any thought.

And yet she still keeps on going.

What a miserable little thing she is.

"Oh my- I have like the best idea!".

Not even Charlie notices how Vaggie nearly begs for them all to see things from her point of view.

None of them can see things for what they really are.

Alastor's got them all right where he wants them.

Without even having to try much...

"We should totally get the two to have some alone time!".

Charlie is quick to naively play into the radio demon's games.

Without even knowing she's doing that.

She can't see this all is exactly what the deer demon wants...

And neither can Angel or Niffty.

Aw, those naive little fools...

"Yes! We should- like- create some really romantic atmosphere and leave them to it!".

Niffty follows through in Charlie's steps.

She too plays right into what Alastor wants.

Though whether or not she's aware of it is up for a debate...

"We should lock 'em up in a closet together or somethin', or even give them a little... somethin'... to just... ya know, set just the right mood in.".

And angel is quick to fall for Alastor's games too...

Ah, those silly fools...

Unaware they're making all this much easier than it should've been.

They're sealing your doom - the inevitable end you're ought to meet at his clutches.

They're making this all too easy...

They're shoving the little mouse right into the lion's den.

What unfortunate silly fools.

And what an unfortunate little you.

Your friends are serving you to him on a silver platter.

All of them - or nearly all of them - thinking they're doing you a favour.

Thinking they're simply helping a mere fool in love gain the heart of his love interest.

When in reality, they're actually helping a starving predator get closer to his chosen prey...

It was rather humorous - a good source of entertainment for sure.

So, Alastor would humour the group.

He'd indulge in their schemes of trying to set you up with him.

He'd gladly play along and lead them to think he's interested in you.

Well, interested in you they way they think he is, not the way he actually is...

No, they can't know what he actually wants from you.

They won't know.

He'll make sure of it.

They won't know until the very last moment, until the deed's already done.

Or, he'll lead them to think your disappearance has nothing to do with him.

After all, the sudden disappearance of a poor little sinner like you would be nothing new in hell.

You'd just be added to the endlessly growing numbers of hell inhabitants going missing.

Your disappearance would be just a part of the mere statistics.

Well, he'll see.

All depends on which option would prove to bring more benefit.

As well as which one would prove to be more entertaining.

That's what, to the deer demon, matters the most at the end of the day.

For now, he'll just go with the flow and let the situation progress by itself.

With the occasional shove to the right direction, of course.

But it doesn't seem like he needs to wait for that long for everything to be set in motion...

"Hey, Al, you got a minute?".

Yeah, he really doesn't need to wait for that long...

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[sparxyv]

1890 Yule Ball ☀️🪶 (part one)

(DISCLAIMER HAHA --- i am NOT a fashion designer at all... and i know this isn't era accurate. i believe milena would stray from tradition anyways.. 🫶)

milena 100% would take to designing her own dress (hence the mess of feathers of dyed pearls) and of course she'd be inspired by a bird.

specifically the broad-tailed hummingbird!

[her own dress is not the only thing she would design for this event..]

she would attend with some of her best friends, sacharissa tugwood, poppy sweeting, and samantha dale - none of which cared for securing a date for the ball.

(but sacharissa WOULD care about what her friends would be wearing, to which she would ultimately be disappointed.. but she loves them anyways)

and one tradition that i feel samantha would definitely encourage milena to take part in would having slips of paper for each of their dance partners to sign 🥹

(i love them)

[desperado-raspado]

My @untildawn-secretsanta for @impossibleclair of their OTP of Sam/Ash! I was so stoked to do a derby themed piece for someone who wanted it so no way could I pass up the opportunity to draw some more sapphic skater shenanigans. I hope you enjoy it! :)

[sensei-venus]

When Bullying Pays Off~ (Bully!Tory x Bimbo!Chubby!Reader x Sam)

Kinktober Day 8-Voyeurism

(Unedited) (Mentions of Bullying, Public Sex, Lockerroom Sex, Strap On, Mild Hate Sex, Sam Watching, Squirting.)

Imagine if Sam and Bimbo!Reader are friends. The whole time Tory has been bullying people Reader has been growing more and more upset about it.

She keeps telling Sam how messed up it is, that it's so mean and rude. She pouts all the time whenever she sees the blond girl come down the hallway. Watching as she shoves some kid hard into a locker.

Sam agrees with her but doesn't say much besides that. She doesn't feel like she should get too involved in what ever the aggressive girl is doing. She would rather just leave her to her own devices.

Enter where Reader goes over to Tory every chance she can get. Walking over to her and trying to tell her off. Getting up in her face and going on a long rant about how she needs to stop bullying people so much.

The whole time Tory doesn't give a single shit what she's talking about.

She's too busy starring at Reader's pretty tits. Pushed up in a huge push-up bra, basically right in Tory’s face the whole time she's getting yelled at. They just sit up so perky in the tight little bra of hers. She threatened to spill out at any given moment, ready to give Tory the eye-full she so wanted. She licks her lips as she just watches the girl rant and rave at her. She honestly could care less.

Sam desperately wants to stop Reader from getting in Tory’s space but she can't being herself to go over and grab her. No matter how many times she does this she just can't stop her.

One part of her says it's because she doesn't want to pick a fight with the blond. Another part tells her that it's because she might be attracted to the sight. Watching her friend get into the local bullies face, watching that bully….

Eyeing up her friend??

Sam can't help but watch as Tory scales the girl up every time she makes a move to come talk to her. She sees the way her eyes start to get a little cloudy, lust forming in seconds. The minute Reader opens her mouth the girl is already sizing her up. Sam can tell it's sexual too, not her normal “how can I beat this person up.” kinda look. The way she licks her lips, bites her lips.

It makes the shorter girl rub her thighs just a little at the sight. Something about Tory’s lust-filled gaze makes her wet just a little bit. It has her pussy twitching ever so slightly. Her eyes building with hunger.

It isn't until one day Reader goes into the locker room to try and confront Tory about her bullying once again. Sam tries to tell her not to go after Tory but she doesn't listen and follows her into the empty locker room. After a few long minutes and no word from Reader, Sam feels like there is no other choice but to follow behind. She can't just leave Reader alone with the school's new bully.

When she walks into the locker room all she can do is gasp in shock.

She covers her mouth with her hand when she gets an eye full of what is going on.

There is Reader spread out on one of the gym locker room benches. Her gym shirt was pulled up under her armpits, her big tits were pulled out of her bra cups. They bounce around with every new thrust that Tory gives her.

Said girl has ditched her gym shorts and thong on the floor. She's sporting a nice thick purple strap-on around her waist and crotch. She pounded away at the chubby girl's poor pussy. Sam’s eyes are glued to where they are connected, watching as Tory pulls the big dildo out of the girl's cunt.

It's drenched in a nice layer of Reader’s hot juices. It's splattering everywhere along with spilling down to the bench. It makes a puddle between them on the hardwood.

“Looks like little princess Samantha has decided to join us hasn't she.” Tory grunts out while glancing over to the still-shocked Sam. Her cheeks grow hot as she watches them go at it. Reader is moaning and squealing while trying tohold onto something, anything she can get her hands in. Her nails dig into the bench the best she can. Her eyes are glazed over while looking up at Tory. Their hips smack together in the most obscene way.

“I bet you like this, don't you? You like watching me fuck your best friend fat cunt. I bet you love watching me get my rocks off to this tight pussy while you rub one out, don't you.” she smirks while going harder. Her hips snapped against Reader’s ass. The loud sound of their flesh meeting fills the room.

It's loud and nasty and makes Sam’s heart beat speed up. She can't help but rub her legs together. Her pussy is watering at the sight now. She can't help it anymore.

Quickly she puts her hands down her own pants, pushing past the flimsy elastic of her gym shorts. Her fingers push past her panties and dive into her folds. She can't believe how wet she is, her folds are sopping. She can feel the dampness that has spilled into her light cotton panties. There ruined now. Chewing on her lip she watches them.

Her fingers circle her clit as she watches Tory go at the bimbo-like girl. Tory is like an animal in her prime.

“Fuck!” is all that Reader can say from under the girl. Tory uses her full body weight to press the girl down. The hardwood digs into her soft back. Her eyes are crossing now and her mouth is stuck in a permanent oh. Her whole chubby body is moving back and forth, her tits moving with every push and pull.

Sam feels hersestart to tip over the edge as she watches them go at it.

It's clear that Reader is into what ever kind of game Tory is playing here.

It's clear when Reader’s toes curl up from behind Tory, eyes locking with hers. Moments later she sees the thick girls ass shake and twitch.

With wide eyes, Sam watches as Reader unleashes a wave of hot cum all over Tory’s strap. She moans out and squeals as she squirts all over. It sprays out in hard gushes. Tory grins as she uses her whole hand to message the girls twitching pussy. Erratically rubbing at her clit while she sprays out her hot juices. The strap is pushed out moments later.

A big wet mess starts to form as a puddle under them on the floor.

Sam can't help but cum on her own fingers at the very sight. Her eyes roll a little as she bit at her own hand. Voice peeks at the oncoming orgasm. It shoots though her whole body and leaves her weak. Her knees shake while she tries to lean back against one of the lockers behind her.

The cool metal does little to help the heat that radiates off her. Her whole body feels like its on fire now.

All she can do is pant and watch as Tory slowly withdraws from the girl's tight cunt.

She couldn't tell what was hotter, the way Tory was slinging her fake cock or her friends wreaked pussy.

Readers pussy winked and bubbles with her own cum. Sam swears she sees fat clear bubbles popping near her entrance. With every breath the chubby girl takes her hole seems to be making new one. It's almost hypnotic to watch.

Tory’s strap leaves with a dull pop and a stream of clear fluid. It hangs low and heavy between her legs. So soon realizes that Tory already came at some point, she can see that way her pussy glistens and drips with its own release. It sits perfectly under the strap.

The girl smirks at her, her face twisted in some kind of sick look.

“You like the show Princess? I bet I could squeeze you in after school.” she licks at her wet lips. A grin slowly forming. Her eyes are full an wild.

Sam can only gulp at the edgy sight.

[bonsai-babies]

Absolutely LUDICROUS that people INSIST that Johnny (and others) are entitled to LaRusso money.

Especially Johnny who constantly berates and disrespects every single member of the family. Blames Daniel for everything bad in his life. Disrespects Mr Miyagi KNOWING how important he is to Daniel. Has never behaved like a mature adult!

But of course, the LaRusso's are the bad guys because HOW DARE THEY HAVE MONEY while this incompetent disrespectful GROWN ASS MAN doesn't have anything?!!

The LaRussos never EVER thought twice before helping anybody. But they're not RESPONSIBLE to fixing the problems of EVERYONE around them just because they have money.

Johnny is not a baby. Johnny is not even a good friend. And no matter how much he spits on Daniel's face, Daniel NEVER uses his economical situation against Johnny. NEVER.

But Johnny uses EVERYTHING against Daniel.

Johnny needs to woman up.

[luthordamnvers]

She's enjoying this one a little bit too much...

[hych-tee-tee-pee]

you are sooosooosooo right about samantha, people are super big hypocrites in the tcc, people loveee colt which was hated at first but now has fans and fan art and he only killed four and didn't do much but hate samantha because she only killed two, was in the tcc and racist but then tccers go and like other racist shooters or colt gray(also just them hating shooters at first and then liking them),,,

i fear im based .